Calling security

we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within

“Oh I would love to add a macabre splash to your home.” The butcher agrees immediately – already imagining that the awning just outside of her porch would look lovely with a long, menacing chime to billow in the wind not unlike the Marauder’s sails. As for whether he’s carved things into the bones, the butcher’s smile twists easily into a sharper smirk. “Quite often. It was a favored past time of mine in Whitebrim. I designed a beautiful hilt to a blade of mine back then. Smooth as ivory on one side while the other harbored a scene of luxere and ursurs.” Sighing a sound akin to his nostalgia, the butcher shakes his head out of it, even while he continues to day dream about it while she changes.

He'd known he’d picked well when she couldn’t decide between them, but as she situates herself, he’s much more pleased to see the pop of color from the navy shirt. Snagging his own and placing it back on the hanger, he gives her a good look up and down before his smile twists behind the muzzle in a more genuine yet still menacingly sharp grin. “Stunning, as a matter of fact.” He corrects her. She’s gone beyond presentable into close to perfect.

“Would you like a particular design etched into your chimes?” He asks – because yes, he’s still absolutely thinking about it – even as he offers his arm for her to take so that he might bring her into the party.

Astaroth

if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap